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It has been a long time since we have spoken and so much has happened. My life has changed radically and unexpectedly. By the end of this year I will be divorced after 20 yrs together with my wife. She wanted it and I wanted to work on saving the marriage. However, I have come to realize that it is the right decision. I am dating and I have found someone who is worth exploring the possibilities of something serious. She shares my love of the outdoors. However, she does not share my kink, which is my only concern. What saddens me is that at the end of my marriage, I could not have my Sunshine waiting for me or simply here to greet me with open arms. I still think about her daily and I tell her each morning that I drive into work that I love her....that she is remembered. I hope you are well yourself and I am smiling that you would think of me. Tony

The night is quiet and still
The warm breeze caresses her body
She lays quiet thinking of him
The distance is vast
A warm drop of water rolls down her face
She wishes she could sleep
The silence is too much
She wishes he would speak
He wishes she would sleep

Someday I’ll try again to find a Dom. But what if he’s not out there? What if “My Mr. Perfect” doesn’t exist?

I thought I found it this time, I thought it was going so well. Long phone conversations, texting every day, amazing sex, deep mental and emotional connection. We even had fun together, laughed during sex, lazy time spent resting in his arms or on the couch talking with our feet meeting in the middle. Everything was so easy. Except one critical

In his arms is my safe place
At his feet, between his legs I feel so submissive
His deep voice beacons me
I get lost in our deep consuming kisses
Red imprints heat my skin marked by large hands
My room smells of his intoxicating scent
Tangled bed sheets covered in sweat and cum
Floggers and toys covered the dresser
Bondage ties around the four bed posts
If walls could talkÖ